A murder that looked like an accidental death. And now an accidental death that looked like a murder. Could it be?
Frank caught himself in the habitual gesture he always seemed to adopt when he felt puzzled. He was rubbing the back of his neck again. This place was totally crazy.
He headed back into Easton and took the road past the Sportsman’s Lodge toward Ralph Watkins’ service station. He decided it would not be a good idea to stop or even slow down there, lest he run afoul of Deputy U. S. Marshall Candace Maldonado, but he considered it couldn’t hurt to drive by at a normal speed and see what there was to see.
What remained of the station itself was charred black. The entire property was cordoned off in more yellow tape. The Marshals’ van and sedan were parked off to the side and he
